This day is the first day of the first month of March, and the Qingzhou Zhanguo Mansion imitates the customs of the southern regions and holds a garden party in Yunmen Mountain outside the city. This garden, which has not yet been built, is attached to Yunmen Mountain and includes several small hills nearby. Near the side of Yunmen Mountain, green mountains and green waters are dotted with a large number of pavilions and pavilions, each of which imitates the southern garden and is elegantly built. Or there is a rockery pond water, all lead the living water on the mountain, based on the southern Taihu Lake stone. The cost must have been a staggering amount of money.

But as one of the few national mansions outside the capital and Liudu, the heritage of the Zhanguo Mansion does not seem to need to care about this sky-high price of silver.

The posts of the Guogong Mansion to the various families in Qingzhou have been sent out as early as February, and in addition to the official eunuchs, they have also invited some Wenlin scholars. Most of them are also according to the fixed number of previous years, and everything is in full swing. If you have to say that there are any variables, and the general judgment government will no longer "avoid suspicion" this year. It's just that for the Guogong Mansion, the reputation of the Chen family's son is really not good, so he is more vigilant in private. specially sent a prince of the Guogong Mansion to accompany him.

Chen Ji saw the prince of the Guogong Mansion who claimed to be Song Qingming, and there were still surprises. The two sides met, exchanged a few words, Chen Ji picked up the memories of the past, and probably knew why the son in front of him, who actually didn't even have a genealogical name, was arranged to his side.

But he was also happy, and Song Qingming gave him a good feeling.

The two of them sat in the pavilion at the end for a short time, and served several plates of pastries and a pot of tea one after another.

Song Qingming was half-propped up, leaning on a square chair and half-lying, his eyes fell on the grass below, but he didn't see Chen Ji.

Before this, the two should have never met, but now they seem to be very familiar.

Chen Ji poured a pot of tea by himself and glanced at Song Qingming: "Does the little boy drink tea?" ”

Song Qingming looked back, straightened his body a little, and said with a smile: "Gongzi Chen is polite, what is Song Qingming's identity, everyone in Qingzhou Mansion knows it, how dare you respond to your little son." ”

Chen Ji shook his head and said, "The little boy despises himself. ”

Song Qingming paused and looked at Chen Ji, "It is said that the son of the Chen family is an unlearned and unskilled person, how can it seem that the rumors are false now?" ”

Chen Ji poured tea for Song Qingming, and didn't feel that the other party was mocking, and said: "The rumors are true. ”

Song Qingming stopped talking, and looked at the grassland below, where the two teams had already begun to warm up. The surrounding grandstand pavilions are mostly full of people, and there are laughter and laughter from time to time, which is indeed much more lively than the pavilion where the two of them are alone.

Chen Ji can also understand that the identity and reputation of the two are half a catty, so it's no wonder that no one wants to come over to bother.

Song Qingming was accustomed to it, and Chen Ji didn't mean to say hello with a shy face for a while. At the moment, as long as you show your face, it seems that there is only so much you can do.

The rest of the stands occasionally had their eyes on this side, and there were naturally some emotions, such as the arrogance of the scholars, which made these people feel that the appearance of Chen Ji was a kind of blasphemy against the occasion. Maybe it's just because of the face of the Guogong Mansion, after giving a burst of disdain, no one really dares to come over and do something. Of course, maybe some big killer move is brewing.

Chen Ji just poured tea vigorously, drank tea, and occasionally looked down, the game had begun.

Song Qingming's mind fell on that side, and he let out a few weird sneers from time to time, and his face was a little angry. glanced at the stands again, and threw away a big disdain for those readers who "pointed out the country".

After sitting quietly for a long time, Song Siming turned around and looked at Chen Ji: "What does it taste like just drinking cold tea, and this pot of tea sent to you and me is eighty percent the cheapest on the current field, and you drink it so ...... Enjoyable, I don't know if it's just a joke? ”

Chen Ji refilled the pot again, did not pick up the topic, glanced down, and said seemingly unintentionally: "The little boy is not angry with the red team to release water?" Or are you not angry with these future temple people? ”

Song Qingming was stunned, and his brows fell, "Yo, Chen Gongzi is trying to pull me into the gang?" ”

"Isn't it a gang if you don't pull it?"

Song Qingming paused and said, "Yes." Since you've said so, I can tell you what I just said. ”

"Listen up." Chen Ji carried the pot to refill the water, although Song Qingming was a little disgusted, but he did not refuse at first. Since they are a group of people, this bit of face should be given.

"The two points that Chen Gongzi said just now are not angry." Song Qingming didn't look behind him, and turned on the spit mode, "This paddock was originally the martial arts arena of the Qingzhou City Defense Camp, and the red side on the field is also the old pawns drawn out of the City Defense Battalion...... Looking at the so-called scholars here, which one of them doesn't regard these people as monkeys playing tricks, and after laughing, which one is not mean and contemptuous? ”

Song Qingming looked at it, his eyes burning.

"Forget it, don't say it." Song Qingming looked at Chen Ji fixedly, and said in a helpless tone of resignation. Picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. He reverted to the half-lying appearance in front of him.

This will be a kung fu, and on the field below, the red side has already lost two goals.

……

Chen Ji beckoned Shen Qiu beside him to come over and ordered: "Go and bring the good wine in the carriage, I will invite this little boy to eat and drink." ”

Shen Qiu sighed and wondered, "Childe, where is there wine in the carriage?" ”

Chen Ji looked up, "When did you go out before and didn't prepare wine?" I don't care, you solve it for me. ”

Hey, that's not a scoundrel.

Song Qingming glanced back and didn't make a sound.

"Childe ......" Shen Qiu wanted to cry without tears, and when he first came, he was still shouting on the road to study hard, but why did he suddenly change his face.

Chen Ji didn't pay attention to him, and poured tea and drank tea.

Shen Qiu was helpless, looked at Song Qingming, bowed down and said, "Little boy, you have to call the shots for the little one." ”

Chen Ji grabbed the words first, "You crooked talent, look for a draw!" ”

Shen Qiu cried with a sad face, but he kept looking at Song Qingming, really waiting to make the decision.

Song Qingming didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this team of master and servants, but he couldn't look down on Xiao Xi Nu's pray, and said loudly: "A pot of wine, I still have some permissions, anyway, if I look at you, this request will not be refused." Song Qingming got up as he spoke, shaking his clothes, "Wait, I'll mention it." ”

After Song Qingming left, Chen Ji shook his head and looked at Shen Qiu, "What kind of person do you think this little boy is?" ”

Shen Qiu was still in the mood just now, and he didn't answer for a while.

Chen Ji waved the folding fan in his hand, and then heard the movement: "He is a good person." ”

Chen Ji was speechless and glared at him viciously.

Shen Qiu retracted his neck stupidly, not wanting to squeak.

Chen Ji shook his head helplessly, next time he still didn't bring this "clever ghost" out, how good Gui Chun is, Xiao Ran is better.

Song Qingming went and returned, personally carried two earthen jars, and handed one over, "There is no wine pot, only a wine jar, if you are not used to drinking, you will pour tea and fill the wine, and then drink in the tea cup......"

After speaking, he sat down opposite with the jar, slapped off the mud seal, ignored the old traces, and drank it first.

Chen Ji didn't pay too much attention to it, learned Song Qingming's movements, and thanked him.

Song Qingming occasionally looked over and pulled the corners of his mouth, probably feeling that the guy in front of him was not as hateful as those people around him.

Thinking about it, where is the son of the Chen family a "scholar".

If he didn't know that he was a guy who could sit in this place with money, the estrangement in Song Qingming's heart might have dissipated a lot.

The first round of the battle in the paddock has already been decided, and the red team has lost deformably and is now resting in the rest area. The stands where the two of them are located at the very end, but much closer to the rest area. Although I can't hear what I'm talking about, I can see something different.

Song Qingming hugged the wine jar and didn't say a word, probably because he already knew the result and felt that there was no need to pay attention to it.

The second game, which started and ended quickly, was still a miserable loss.

Song Qingming Xu was really depressed, and the wine jar in his hand smashed on the square table, "If it weren't for your kid making a lot of fun, why would Lao Tzu be here to watch jokes with these guys, and he couldn't fucking laugh......"

Chen Ji nodded, he really didn't think that his reputation was so bad before. If you want to repair it in the future, it seems that it is "difficult to go to the blue sky".

"That's it, it's all a raccoon dog, and I'm talking to you about this, just adding to my own blockage.

Chen Ji was dumbfounded, how could he be a raccoon dog. Even if such a word were used, it would be the two of them sitting together right now. How can there be such a reason to leave yourself out.

Song Qingming stopped talking, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Chen Ji put down the wine jar, leaned closer, and said in a suppressed voice: "Who people does the little boy recognize?" ”

Song Qingming sneered: "How do you recognize it?" What if you don't recognize it? ”

"Why don't you gossip and talk to me? I'm still a little interested in the affairs of Liaodong. And the little boy looks like a person who is interested in joining the army......"

Song Qingming sighed, "There is a use for telling you this." It's easy to gossip, but it's not good. ”

Chen Ji retreated, "Little boy doesn't want them to win?" Even if this game is decided for them to win, then it should win with some spirit, right? And I see that most of these old pawns are old, and they have hidden wounds, and I am afraid that they will not be able to really lift a knife in another three or five years. The little boy is not going to do something? ”

Song Qingming was slightly stunned and laughed: "What can I do?" ”

Chen Ji shook his head and stopped talking. Called Shen Qiu over, gave a few commands, and after a while, Shen Qiu ran towards the rest area.

Chen Ji carried the wine jar and passed with him.

The gong of the third scene also sounded at this time.

Song Qingming sat up straight, probably wanting to see what this scholar with the worst reputation in Qingzhou wanted to do and what he could do!